Pool Review #1 (Solares coto 1)

A year ago I promised a pool review. You may wonder, dear reader, what exactly is there to review about a pool. Well, if the internet has taught us anything at all, it is that humans possess the god-given right to review everything around them. Be that movies, books, albums, roads and trees. Hotels seem to get the harshest of these reviews, though, followed by restaurants.

Today i will review the pool inside my division (I googled the translation for fraccionamiento and this is what popped up. I will research further into the matter.) I have been using this pool almost daily since I moved to Guadalajara.

What to write about such a particularly nice specimen? This pool is the most basic of pools. It is a big hole in the ground, inside of which water has been placed to the level necessary for a human to swim in. What more could we possible expect from such a marvelous invention?

Well, heating, as it turns out. This is a particularly cold pool because of the fact that it does not count with heating equipment. Many a-neighbors have indeed tried to dive into the waters of this modern leviathan of hydration and cursed the very womb from whence they came. Even football players, in all of their strength and bravery, seem to cower in fear of what they describe as “Agua bien pinche fría” (Very fucking cold water).

I find myself laughing at these barbarians lacking in illumination and ultimately ruining what could be the most precious moments of their lives. They are certainly the most precious moments of my life.

Lately I have been conducting research about staying underwater for as long as I can. I am a pioneer of this field, surely. In my adventures I discovered that it is easier to stay underwater once you have exhaled all the air inside your lungs. However, this brief moment of joy comes with a price, as your body tries desperately to breathe and you find yourself swatting at the water to reach the surface.

The brief seconds when your body isn’t floating anymore are precious. It’s like being in space. You find your place in the universe. It’s right there, beneath the rays of the sun and the surface of the chlorified water.

And you realize exactly where you should be.

For those of you who already want to jump inside the cold waters of this example of a modern marvel of the world, let me tell you, it’s not all pretty eyes and rice krispies treats. The pool lacks underwater stairs leading to the exit, or even the obligatory ladder to the surface. To get out, you need to strengthen your biceps and triceps and jump-sit from the deep end to the shallow end. Also, you need to request the opening of the pool every day you’re going to use it. For a socially-anxious person like me, this is almost too much. Almost I said.

I give this pool an 8/10.

If you have a pool you need reviewed, please do not hesitate to contact the author of this post at nikolasmurdock@gmail.com 


I’m back (After a year of ignoring you)

Hey everybody.

I’m back.

It’s november 13, 2014. The previous post in this page was made in November 10, 2013. So it’s been about a year then. Legit, one year and two days. I mean, is that destiny or something? I swear I wasn’t even checking. I didn’t even know. I didn’t even KNOW.

So maybe i’ll start writing here again. I know I say that every year, but I kinda sorta mean it this time I swear. I’m gonna use this blog to write a bunch of automatic, random, having-to-do-with-stuff-that-has-been-going-on-with-me stuff here.

Expect all sorts of stuff, ladies and gentlemen. Recipes, Movie Reviews, book reviews, pool reviews, depressive poems, happy prose, incredible deals, sci-fi stories, deep analysis of complicated machinery, retellings of romantic misadventures, letters of hate to women I used to love, letters of love to women I used to hate. Physical descriptions of both female and male bodies, and all kinds of nonsense. Particularly nonsense.

Also, expect the overall tone of the blog to change from deep depression, to black comedy and sarcasm. Not that sarcasm wasn’t present already.

Anyway, thank you very much for reading.

Whoever you are.

Let’s write great stuff together.

Nikolas Murdock

How Am I Not Myself?

It’s no secret that I’m frequently in love. It’s no secret that I love intensely. Today, I want to share something about me, something I may have written before, but something I have to write mainly because I need to get it our of my system. Coming up to my 14 years of life, I had always been a nice, mature child obsessed with being what everyone wanted him to be. I made my homework, I studied diligently, I rarely made fun of anybody. When I turned 14 something happened and I changed. That change has made itself more evident as I grow up. Now, I’m 21 years old. I want to be a writer.

I’m impatient. I think way too fast and that had brought me my fair share of problems so far. One thing I can tell you for sure is I apologize to no one. Sure, that’s not to be taken in a literal context because I’m constantly apologizing to everyone. My point is sometimes we take different more challenging paths that we should have. Sure, you could be a lawyer or a doctor or an engineer and have a successful life and a beautiful model wife and two perfect kids in your Malibu beach house, but sometimes we don’t want that. Sometimes we want to be dangerous. Sometimes we want to take things way too fast. We don’t have to apologize to anyone for this. The way I chose as my way is precisely what I want to do. Not what I’m supposed to do. Not what people expect me to do. It’s what I, deep down, truly want to do.

Sure, I fall in love quickly, but all poets do. Sure, I’m depressive often, most writers are. Sure, I may seem like all over the place and suddenly go quiet and just stare at something for a long time, most thinking people do. That’s who I am. That’s who I want to be. I want to kiss my loved one for hours and just stare at her eyes until I feel I’ve had enough and then kiss some more. I like to constantly declare my identity, because I like my identity. I like me. I built me. I’ll never get tired of saying it and I couldn’t care less about what other people think. I’m in love. Fuck everything else.

I’m Nikolas Murdock.

Victorinox Girl

Enjoy the little things.

Little things make our lives slightly better. A menage of little thing can go a long way into making us see the world in a different light. When we get up in the morning, birds singing can define the difference between a happy day, or a terrible gray day. Does it smell like morning? Is the grass freshly cut? What did we have for breakfast? Did we get stuck in traffic that day? Did we say hello to our neighbors?

Glasses of wine make our lives slightly better. When we have a beer with our friends, we not only savor the inherent flavor and alcohol in the beer, but the situation and the general aura of the context we’re in. When we smoke with a friend, that little cigarette contributes to making our perception of our surroundings slightly brighter. When we hear the chords of an electric guitar, it changes us. If we watch a terrible movie with friends, we can laugh afterwards about how we just paid 8 bucks to be completely and utterly bored for two hours. We’ve had problems in the past, sure, but those moments seem completely insignificant compared to the little things we can learn to take advantage of.

Random encounters make our lives slightly better. Shy glances at someone we like make us better people and, ultimately, raises our over-all self-esteem. Prolonged eye contact makes us happy because there was something missing in our lives for a long time, and we think we’ve found it. The constant desire of looking at that person we hold dear, or we wish to hold dear, drive us forward and define our general states of mind. Beautiful auras, when we are careful enough to perceive them, can turn a depressive evening into something we will remember for a long time.

Kisses make our lives slightly better. Random hugs from foreign people we thought were distant can make long-lasting impressions. Slow dances change out lives for the better, giving us new points of view. Watching old movies together or whispering softly in each other’s ears may not seem like much at first, but they are there for a very noble cause. They are there to drive our efforts. They are here to save our lives. They are here to show us that it doesn’t matter how bad of a day we’ve had, or how sad we are, or how enormous the world may seem in comparison with our small universe, we have something small that makes it all worth it. We have something small that makes us stop caring.

This helps. Puppies, tables and cups of tea. Sharing, conversing and holding hands. Looking, staring and looking away. Keeping secrets, confessing and being honest. It helps. It makes our lives slightly better. Little by little, It makes out lives much better.

Take chances, live dangerously, apologize to no one.


I’ve never been particularly good with poetry. When I got poetry assignments back in elementary school, I must admit I did better than my classmates, but every poem was a failure in my eyes. I haven’t gotten any better in the last few years, and rhyming is still one of my biggest fears. I tremble at the mere mention of having two words that sound similar. So, after a while, I started making poems that did not rhyme. Sure, every line is independent from the whole, and it sounds good when said together, but they do not rhyme at all. I guess what matters is your intentions.

So i think my intentions are pretty positive when I say that you’re the most beautiful person alive. I mean you’re so pretty, books could be written about the books that could be written about your eyes alone. The way you walk is so attractive, I could swear the earth tries to move according to your steps. Every scenery looks completely empty without you in it. Every time I have to think positive, I think of you. You always seem to irradiate a warm glow. You are nice and funny. I fancy you with a passion. I fancy the way your legs move, I fancy the way your hands move. I fancy the way your hair moves. I fancy the way you smile. I fancy the way you talk.

In other words, I think you’re really hot.

Deal with it.

Guitar Riffs and Tank Tops

I’m travelling through a void of colors and sound.

When I’m travelling I think of you.

I think of how much i would like dancing privately with you.

I dream of you screaming for me in the front row.

And when I see you, I can see you in full technicolor.

I see your hair, and it’s waving so beautifully with the lights.

I can almost touch you, if I push away the crowd.

I want to kiss you in a rainy night, and cover you with my hoodie.

Walking side by side with you in a crowded street.

I imagine you, imperfect.

You seem so happy.

I wrap my arms around you, and in that moment I’m truly sure that there is no way I could let you go.

Take me somewhere I have never been before.

Show me your sights and I’ll show you mine.

Dance with me into the darkness, and I’ll embrace it.

Run with me into my fears, and I’ll get over them.

Hold my hand through the drought, and I’ll hold it forever.

Let's Move Forward

Sometimes, it’s easy to abandon things. The world is filled with hardships and constant reminders that we are just one of many people doing exactly the same thing we’re doing. I know I have been letting it get to my head much too often. Writing, as hard as it is, is a common hobby and if you have ever visited a bookstore, you know there are an insurmountable quantity of books by different authors. When I walk into one of these stores, the smell alone is enough to encourage me and to drive me up a wall. I feel like I’ll never write something worth reading, and at the same time I feel like if there are so many people that have done it, maybe I can do it too.

Five years ago, when I started writing, I had no one to read my stuff. Everybody I asked told me that they would read it, but they didn’t. If they ever did, they had nothing to say about it. I felt alone. I felt useless. Writing became something that I was constantly turning on and off, while I found something more meaningful to do. I occupied myself with other things, and only occasionally wrote something, which after some time I thought was horrible. I lost all self-confidence.

Now, I finally feel like I have a purpose. I grab inspiration from everywhere. I record my thoughts constantly. I am not afraid of admitting when I have a bad idea. I am not afraid to try things that may not work. I became brave, strong-hearted. I watch movies. I read books. I listen to music. I talk to people. I write almost every night, and I develop my ideas into meaningful pieces of prose of which I can feel proud after. I express my thoughts clearly and with an ever-growing vocabulary. I have learned to write as myself, and not to copy other authors. But, best of all, I found people interested in reading my work. I found people I can talk to about what I’m writing or planning to write, and receive encouraging words and valuable advice.

The road ahead is always dark. We can only see bits of pieces of our line, and hope that we’ll be smiling in the end. This is one of those times when I can say with absolute certainty that I feel like things are going to be perfectly fine. I will always hold my head high, and think about tomorrow. For those that have supported me so far, I can only extend my deepest gratitude and say that even if I don’t really know you, or even if I have never held your hand and felt your pulse with mine, or even if I have never had a cup of coffee with you, I love you with all my heart. Thank you for everything you’ve given me and I hope I can count on you in the future. In the same way, I hope you trust in me to keep creating things that will take you places you’ve never been before, or give you new perspectives on old experiences. You have my word that I will always try to earn your readership with constant innovation. I won’t get discouraged by the darkness.

I will never stop writing.